Semua Bab DEVIL’s GRIP: Bab 31 - Bab 40

The night air was thick with tension, but Zayden barely noticed it.His entire focus was on the unconscious woman in his arms.Hema.She was too pale, her breathing uneven.Her soft curls fell over his chest, and he could feel the faint tremor of her body against him.His jaw tightened.“I should have kept an eye on her.”The weight of responsibility settled heavily on his shoulders.He had been careless.He had been distracted.And because of that, she got hurt.His arms instinctively tightened around her, his hold protective—possessive.Without wasting another second, he turned to his men.“Clean up this mess,” he ordered, his voice low and cold.“Yes, sir.”Not sparing another glance at the bodies left behind, he strode toward his car, cradling Hema carefully as if she were made of glass.He opened the car door with one hand, adjusting her so she wouldn’t wake up abruptly.As soon as he settled her inside, he slid in beside her, giving a brief nod to his driver.“Hotel,” he command

The air inside Hema’s home was warm, filled with the faint aroma of sandalwood and the lingering scent of freshly brewed chai. It was a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside her mind.She had returned home, keeping everything that happened buried deep within her heart. The bruises on her arms, the faint cut on her forehead—all concealed expertly beneath long sleeves and a careful smile.Her grandmother hadn’t noticed anything unusual—not yet.And she planned to keep it that way.But what she didn’t know was that Zayden wasn’t done protecting her.After dropping her off, Zayden didn’t return to his usual business right away.Instead, he made a call.A man picked up.“She can’t know,” Zayden said coldly.The man on the other end understood immediately.“I’ll handle it,” he confirmed.Within hours, a new security detail was assigned to Hema.Not just any bodyguard—a man disguised as a regular passerby, a shopkeeper, a delivery man—someone always nearby, always watching.His job was

6:30 PM – The Office Was EmptyHema gathered her things, ready to leave for the day. But as she walked through the quiet hallways, something felt… off.The office was completely empty.Not a single colleague in sight. No murmurs of people on calls. No clicking of keyboards. Just silence.Her brows furrowed.Where is everyone?Maybe they all left early? But that never happened before.She shook her head and brushed off the uneasy feeling.Descending the stairs, she stepped outside, expecting to hail a cab.But the moment she reached the entrance—her steps halted.A black car was parked directly in front of the building.The kind of car that exuded power. Intimidation.Her pulse quickened.And then—the back window rolled down.Zayden.Sitting inside, cool and composed, one arm resting lazily on the door. His expression was unreadable, his dark eyes locked onto hers.She clenched her jaw.No.She wasn’t going to do this.She turned, attempting to walk past him and grab a cab—“Get in,” h

Hema was heading toward her cabin when her eyes froze.Through the glass window of his office door—A figure sat inside.Broad shoulders. Dark hair. Familiar posture.Zayden.Her heart stopped.She wasn’t imagining it. He was back.For a second, she just stood there.Her breath uneven. Her pulse unsteady.Then—without thinking—she turned back.She checked the hallway. No one was watching.She reached for the door handle, her fingers hesitating.Then—she opened it.The room was empty.Her brows furrowed.She glanced around. He was just here.Was she… hallucinating?A breath of frustration left her lips.She took a final glance, then turned away, stepping back into the hallway.Her heart was still racing.She didn’t know why.But one thing was clear—She had felt his presence.And she didn’t know what that meant anymore.……The night air was thick with silence as Hema stepped out of the cab. She adjusted her dupatta, her body aching from the long workday.Her mind was still restless—tho

The next morning, the entire office buzzed with excitement.The announcement had taken everyone by surprise.Zayden stood at the front of the conference room, dressed sharply in a tailored suit, his expression unreadable.“We have selected a few of our most hardworking employees based on their performance and dedication to work in our headquarters in America.”A murmur ran through the crowd.Zayden’s eyes swept across the room.Then, he started listing the names.One by one, he announced several employees from each department.Hema sat at her desk, listening, her fingers curling into her palms.She wasn’t nervous.She knew she had worked hard.She deserved this.Then—“Hema Kapoor.”Her head snapped up.A few of her colleagues turned to look at her, some congratulating her, some envious.She kept her face calm, composed.When Zayden said her name, he did it with no special emphasis.No favoritism.No hidden meaning.Just professionalism.And yet—her heart pounded.Her mind screamed th